the arts are life accelerated and concentrated.
What an artist is for is to tell us what we see but do not know that we see.
By the time I was eleven years old, I had been taught that nature, far from abhorring a Vacuum, positively adores it.
The poet is the complete lover of mankind.
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.
The aim of flattery is to soothe and encourage us by assuring us of the truth of an opinion we have already formed about ourselves.